Warped Window

I have been wandering long Came across your, oh so delicate, delicate frame Brittle boned, you sat crouched and decayed Two hundred years or more Wrinkled map on skin, on floor Warped window wood Time had bent it good Warped window wood Life had bent it where it stood Thought of you in the deep of my sleep Thought of you in the depth of my night Thought of you in the dar... Darkest of days Lay your head down next to mine Till your dust is the clay on which we lie We are dug up and dusted Yet again Dug up and dusted And sent on our way Warped window wood Time had bent it good Warped window wood Life had bent it where it stood Thought of you in the deep of my sleep Thought of you in the depth of my night Thought of you in the dar... Darkest of days